Charmed Lives Novels & Stories

They devoured everything on the table, we chatted a bit and I was getting to know everyone. I learned there's only two subs that I'm the only sub who live in this house, two of the guys are dating but haven't got to the move in stage. Em wasn't joking I'm the only blue band, actually I'm the only none black band. They loved teasing each other's, Caden had to get in the middle few times and stop Em from breaking another guy nose but all in all it was fun, nothing like my first nights at foster homes. After everyone was done eating, Emilio guides me back upstairs to my room, he made me sit on my desk and gave me a paper and pen. I look up at him with confusion.

The idea that a virtual stranger could do that to her, could make her nearly frantic with need, did not please her. Maybe there’s something in the air, she thought suspiciously, taking a discrete sniff. Maybe it’s not me at all, but something to do with that thing he calls me. What was it, a charmer? Glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, she asked, “What is this charmer business about, anyway?” He looked at her; obviously surprised she would choose to speak to him. He took a moment to answer. “A charmer makes men want her. It’s the special pheromone she produces that makes the Haunt male wild.”

“No, it’s fine. It’s nice here.” They ate while talking about life and their respective careers. Charlene shared stories about what had been happening in the mansion, carefully leaving out anything too personal—especially anything involving Kerill. Then Black suddenly asked, “Are you happy?” Charlene paused, caught off guard. “At the mansion?” she answered after a moment. “Yes… I think so.” “It looks like it,” Black said. “I’ve noticed you smile more these days. You know, you’re actually really beautiful when you smile.”

Besides, Charlene liked being alone, which gave her more personal time. Charlene made the decision to remain at Sapphire Springs Resort despite everyone else leaving. It was an afternoon on Sunday. Irma called Charlene just as she was about to leave for home for dinner. "Charlene, I called Thome this morning to ask him to come get you tonight at Sapphire Springs Resort. Did he contact you? No, not at all. Thorne has not been contacted since he was meant to meet them at Sapphire Springs Resort. Since she had slipped away the day before, Jasmine had also not gotten in touch. However, Charlene had no intention of bothering Irma over this. But she lied, "Yes," to keep things straightforward. Cha

She stretched her hand to take Darby but Donovan slapped her hands off. “I have to discuss with my wife first, I don't do anything without her. But I will not let you take Darby away from here. You are a monster!” Donovan glared at her. “I will take her away if you don't pay me!” Charlene screamed. “Are you deaf? He said that he can not decide without his wife!” Jasmine walked in. She flipped her waist-length hair backward as she stepped in. She had grown her hair back. Charlene turned and saw Jasmine walk in. Immediately, she was intimidated. Jasmine looked hot. She was dressed in a gown that showed all of her figures, she was too pretty.

When we made it to my office, I sat down, pointing at the chair in front of my desk. “There are rules! Charlene is a wonderful woman. She is not like us. She does not go to war. She does not kill people. She does not put people down. She is a nurturer. Ever since I saved her from an attack outside of my city, she has been here to take care of the children whose parents were killed following my orders. If she is your mate, you are to make sure that she stays happy. You are to treat her like the queen she is. Do you understand me?”

Please follow me to identify who you are looking for "the officer said, at the same time Charity appeared and followed after them. Charity had never thought that this moment would arrive soon in her life, when she could not find her husband. Chris had been good to her, always agreeing to every decision she had made. Her heart pounded against her ribcage as she imagined what had happened to him, was he really the one who had been fighting for his life. She didn't know what she could do without him. The moments they shared together flashed through her eyes, Charity remembered how inconsiderate she had been with him, his opinion was always the lesser one but he never complained. He was the most

NICHOLAS' POV I was deep inside the garden, next to the spring pool, when I caught a whiff of it. Caramel scent, the soft type that just awoke the beast within me. Omega pheromone. Not just any omega. This one was in heat, and she was even here, in this garden. The scent was enticing, filling up my nostrils. My muscles stiffened as the awareness sharpened into something I couldn’t control, something primal. My wolf thrashed underneath, almost clawing to the surface.

She waved her hands elegantly towards the threshold we just came from. “Well, isn’t that…nice.” She nudged me in the side, and I realized that I once again had been staring. Is everyone here this attractive? Where Mrs. Henderson was a redhead, Mrs. Lafoex had hair black as night it almost looked blue, with ridiculously blue eyes, they almost looked violet if you stared long enough… which I realized I was doing. “Nice to meet you, I’m Charlee Jones.” I muttered still a little awestruck

She had been eager to get started on it, but now, it was like she had fallen off the face of the planet. She was many things… funny, stubborn, attractive, and smart, but unprofessional and irresponsible were not on that list. The sinking feeling in my gut only got worse when I called The Ellis Design group and someone else answered instead of Charlotte. “Ellis Group, Vanessa speaking.” “I need to speak to Charlotte Valente. This is Derek… from The Black Door,” I insisted. “Sir, she’s not in, but I will be happy to help you,” Vanessa said, and I could hear her smiling through the phone. Yet, I knew her name. I remembered seeing her before, standing outside the meeting room, glaring at Charlot